The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 206

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 206

I caught sight of them rushing forward at tremendous speed.
Without question, they were the masked figures with white faces I had seen in Namman.
Each one possessed an extraordinary presence, and their emotionless eyes suggested they had undergone powerful brainwashing.
Yet there was something else worth considering.
The killing intent radiating from these white-faced masked figures as they gazed upon the Sect Members, and the hostility gleaming in their eyes—it seemed as though they harbored a deep grudge against the very organization itself.
Of course, that was not the pressing concern now.
What mattered was this moment.
In our dire circumstances, they were nothing short of a beacon of light.
Thanks to their arrival, hope kindled within me that we might yet escape this predicament.
I smiled as I looked toward Cheon Yul.
His complexion had turned ashen, his expression hollow.
Merely observing the cold sweat streaming down his face told me how desperately he had fought to survive in this brief span of time.
But we had not yet truly begun.
I gazed at him and called out forcefully.
“We cannot stop.”
“What?! You want us to break through them?”
Cheon Yul cried out in shock.
The momentum of Mo Yong-cheon and Auk pursuing from behind, along with the Sageuk Warriors, was already overwhelming, and these figures who had suddenly appeared before us could not be ignored either.
Even Cheon Yul, who had elevated his own standing and believed no worthy opponent existed in his vicinity, must surely sense that each individual present here surpassed him in strength.
To a degree that made his former arrogance seem pitiful.
Cheon Yul, surveying his surroundings with a grave expression, clenched his teeth.
“You… surely you didn’t survive by fighting only against these kinds of people?”
I did not bother to answer.
I simply smiled and turned my gaze forward.
Yet he would surely understand that silence was affirmation.
In the meantime, the distance between us and the white-faced figures, who had been steadily closing the gap, was now mere steps away.
I gazed upon them with a faint smile.
But I did not draw my sword.
Because someone else was stepping forward first.
“You wretches-!”
Clang-clang-!
Accompanied by a roar that seemed to tear through the eardrums came none other than Mo Yong-cheon.
With bloodshot eyes and a sword gripped in one hand, he swung it as though there was no need to distinguish between ally and enemy.
As if everyone present here, save for the Sect Members, was his foe.
Consequently, the white-faced figures who had been targeting me turned their attention toward him.
Boom-crash-!
The force unleashed by Mo Yong-cheon came crashing down with such ferocity that it seemed ready to tear apart not only the white-faced figures but Cheon Yul and myself as well.
A massive crater opened as debris scattered in all directions with the storm.
Simultaneously, sharp energy extended outward in all directions, aimed at shredding not only Baek Myeon-in but also us to pieces.
Clang—clang clang—!
I swiftly extended my sword to redirect the flow of incoming energy.
A power far from ordinary struck against the blade and flowed past, then subtly changed direction to miss me.
Boom—!
Soon came the sensation of a powerful shockwave and howling winds.
In this chaotic melee, Mo Yong-cheon commanded overwhelming power from the center, drawing all eyes toward him.
Even Hobeop Auk faded from sight.
Confirming this, I sent a transmission toward Cheon Yul.
-Flee now. We’ll meet in Luoyang.
“Damn it!”
Cheon Yul cursed harshly while looking at me.
But he was resolute.
Each person here was a Powerful Expert surpassing Cheon Yul. Even gritting his teeth and holding on had its limits, so rather than helping, he would become a liability.
That’s why I sent him away when the opportunity arose.
Frustration gleamed in Cheon Yul’s eyes as he stared at me with clenched teeth.
He understood the reason I was sending him first.
But survival mattered more than pride.
Unwilling to become a burden, he drew upon every ounce of his strength and deployed his lightness technique, departing the area.
Then.
The Sageuk Warriors who had regained their senses hurriedly threw themselves forward to pursue him.
But I wouldn’t allow it.
Slash—!
A sword strike I sent instantly severed the legs of the one leading the charge.
The moment I witnessed his pathetic collapse.
Whoosh—
I pulled my body back as something suddenly grazed past.
“You! Hand him over at once!”
Saaash—!
Mo Yong-cheon’s sword, which had closed in without warning, flew toward me ferociously.
As it grazed my nose, blood sprayed while sword wind swept over me simultaneously.
Boom—!
Feeling my body pushed back by the overwhelming force, I kicked off the ground and instantly created distance between myself and Mo Yong-cheon.
But.
Whoosh—!
I narrowed my eyes at the sudden presence and rolled my gaze.
Simultaneously, someone approached and whispered.
“Rather than give him to them, hand him over to us.”
The one who suddenly appeared was Baek Myeon-in.
His gaze fixed upon the Gok Ok nestled in my robes, emanating a subtle luminescence. Seeing so clearly what he coveted, I let out a soft chuckle.
“A treasure without an owner belongs to whoever claims it.”
“Do you truly believe that’s possible in this situation?”
Baek Myeon-in’s eyes narrowed.
He was right, of course.
If I lost the Gok Ok here, the very existence of the Snake Clan could be shaken, so the warriors of that sect possessed an intensity unlike any other.
And that was before accounting for the mad Mo Yong-cheon and Heobeob Auk himself.
Already burdened by them alone, now Baek Myeon-in and the other subordinates of Gwanbaek had joined the fray to seize the Gok Ok—attempting to claim it while standing alone was nearly impossible.
Baek Myeon-in, who understood this better than anyone, had his eyes curved in what might have been a smile.
“Surrender it to us, and we shall handle those others.”
“Haha—truly befitting a subordinate of the merciful Gwanbaek.”
Though the proposal held merit, without knowing Gwanbaek’s true intentions, I could not entrust such power to him.
I smiled and extended my blade.
Kaang—!
With a sharp metallic cry, my sword intercepted Mo Yong-cheon’s blade, which had been swung from behind Baek Myeon-in.
Pwoooong—!
The moment steel met steel, tremendous force erupted outward, driving both Baek Myeon-in and me backward.
Chwoooaak—!
My feet dragged across the ground as I skidded back considerably.
Simultaneously, blades came flying.
With bloodshot eyes, Mo Yong-cheon wielded his sword brimming with killing intent.
And Baek Myeon-in’s blade, descending smoothly, was aimed precisely at recovering the Gok Ok within my robes.
I clicked my tongue and drew upon every ounce of my inner force, shattering the ground beneath me in one explosive motion.
Kwooooang—!
“?!”
“What—!”
The earth fractured across a wide radius, sending debris flying upward.
As the very ground beneath both men crumbled to pieces, they lost their footing, and their blades collided with one another, their forces clashing violently.
Thwang—!
The swords struck again, and power exploded once more.
Using that moment, I hurled myself lightly through the air, creating distance between us.
“Kuk?!”
What followed was the sound of Mo Yong-cheon’s frustration.
Glancing back, I saw his eyes, gleaming with murderous intent, fixed unwaveringly upon me, and with a sharp cry he began to swing his blade.
Was his target the Gok Ok in my robes?
Yet Baek Myeon-in harbored the same objective.
As if determined not to let it fall to Mo Yong-cheon under any circumstance, he threw himself forward, extending his blade to intercept the incoming strike.
But then—
Kwooang—!
Suddenly, before Baek Myeon-in, the Shadow Figure descended with a tremendous crash, gripping a keenly sharpened short blade, her eyes narrowing coldly.
Heobeob Auk.
Was it because of that piercing gaze?
Baek Myeon-in, who had hastily retrieved his sword, widened the distance between himself and Auk while observing him with deepened eyes.
Unlike Mo Yong-cheon, who could not maintain cold rationality, Auk’s gaze remained colder than anyone else’s, and his mind was scarcely shaken.
Swish—!
Was that the reason?
Other white-faced men rushed to Baek Myeon-in’s side.
It seemed they had judged that facing Auk alone would be difficult.
Auk, who had been quietly observing the situation, kept his gaze fixed on the white-faced men while delivering a stern warning to Mo Yong-cheon, who was catching his ragged breath.
“It is yours, so you shall retrieve it yourself.”
“Kugh… I was already planning to!”
“Remember this well. Should you lose the treasure bestowed by the Divine, you shall no longer receive the Divine’s protection.”
At Auk’s weighty words, Mo Yong-cheon swallowed a groan.
Then the expression he directed toward me crumpled further, his eyes blazing with fury, and his momentum spread endlessly, pressing down upon me.
In that instant, I gathered strength in my feet and launched my body forward.
Whoosh—!
“…!?”
The speed was so extraordinary that a cry of disbelief escaped my lips unbidden. Even though I had prided myself on maintaining considerable distance, the gap had closed in the blink of an eye, leaving me speechless.
This is the Sword Emperor.
Yet he appears hurried.
The anxiety evident in his expression, the unease glinting in his eyes.
I could discern his emotional state so clearly that it was immediately apparent what occupied his mind.
Naturally, this is fatal for a warrior.
“Hand it over—!”
Followed by a thunderous cry.
A shout mixed with rage and resentment struck my ears forcefully.
I laughed as I evaded his swinging sword.
“Is that all you know how to say?”
“You bastard—!”
“Tsk, tsk.”
I clicked my tongue lightly, toying with my opponent.
Mo Yong-cheon’s mind was already consumed entirely by thoughts of the Gok Ok. The more I provoked him, the more he lost his composure, and his speech, movements, and sword technique all became increasingly savage.
It was unmistakably evident that he had abandoned all reason.
The moment I thought it might be worth attempting to seize this opening.
Zing—!
Suddenly an alarm rang out, and a scene flashed before my eyes.
I retreated swiftly in an instant.
Slash—!
Yet my opponent, as if he had predicted it, thrust his sword into the exact location, and as my chest was sliced open, the Gok Ok that had been in my possession flew into the air.
“…!”
Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes widened in shock at the sight.
Yet it was Baek Myeon-in who moved first, drawing near and swinging his blade.
Had he pierced through even the confident Auk?
The man caught the flying Gok Ok with his sword.
It was nothing short of elegant swordplay.
But I could not yield so easily.
I swung my blade and deflected the tip of his sword.
With a sharp, resonant ring, Gok Ok soared back into the air, and as if it were a signal flare, my sword, Mo Yong-cheon’s, and Baek Myeon-in’s clashed together in a frenzy.
Clang-clang-clang-crash!
Blades whirled and gleamed.
The three swords in our hands created dozens of flashes of light, and the sparks erupting from the successive clashes were nothing short of beautiful.
Yet we who wielded our blades were desperate.
We locked eyes with one another, gauging each other’s movements, watching the gaps between our clashing swords, waiting for an opening to seize the airborne Gok Ok.
In that brief span of time, countless exchanges unfolded.
Thud.
At last, Gok Ok fell.
My eyes and those of the two men remained fixed on Gok Ok, and in the moment we all prepared to swing our blades once more to claim it.
I was the first to extend my sword.
I caught Gok Ok precisely and attempted to retrieve it, but Baek Myeon-in’s blade struck at the Gok Ok resting on my blade, trying to knock it away.
Yet it was Mo Yong-cheon who blocked it.
He struck the underside of the flying Gok Ok with his sword, sending it bouncing upward again, then launched himself forward with an outstretched hand.
His hand barely grazed the Gok Ok.
The moment he felt that contact, I saw Mo Yong-cheon’s expression brighten dramatically.
Like one lost in a delusion.
But I could not allow that.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-crash!
My blade and Baek Myeon-in’s swung simultaneously, disrupting Mo Yong-cheon’s attempt. The sharp onslaught startled him, and he hastily withdrew his outstretched hand, furrowing his brow.
In that instant, the Gok Ok that had soared high fell once more.
Baek Myeon-in and Mo Yong-cheon swung their blades, seizing the opportunity.
Each believing this time they would claim it in their grasp.
I watched and smiled.
“If it cannot be possessed… then it shall be destroyed.”
“…!?”
In an instant, my extended sword drew in both their blades.
Like a dam bursting and unleashing a torrent, I consumed their swords in one breath.
Both men gasped in shock at the sudden turn.
A technique of the Transference of Flowers and Grafting of Trees—terrifyingly perfect.
Ordinarily, Mo Yong-cheon would have certainly broken free, but in his current state of clouded judgment, it was a method that would succeed.
And this became the greatest blunder of Mo Yong-cheon’s life.
I twisted the two swords I had drawn in and flicked them away.
The torrent’s force shattered their swords in an instant, creating an opening. The moment I witnessed their eyes snap wide with ferocity.
I swung my blade without hesitation, aiming directly at Gok Ok.
Screeeech—!
The instant my sword made contact with Gok Ok, power erupted.
The Gok Ok, which had been subtly glowing and revealing its presence, shattered into countless fragments with a violent cry the moment the blade touched it.
So completely that not even a trace remained.
Then, along with the wind that swept through, the dust of Gok Ok slowly scattered and vanished.
“You cursed wretch—!”
In that instant, Mo Yong-cheon’s cry pierced through the air.

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